Hutson had barely warmed his seat before he was on the move again, this time heading for Bessie's home.
It wasn't far—just two stretches of forest away.
"House 16…"
He scanned the area and soon spotted a red wooden house, standing in quiet solitude.
Walking up to the door, he knocked lightly. Soft footsteps followed from inside, and then—the door swung open.
Bessie stood before him.
For a brief moment, Hutson's gaze was involuntarily drawn in.
Bessie was wearing a thin camisole top, just barely covering the most dangerous curves of her body.
Her long, silken legs were wrapped in black garter stockings, revealing a teasing glimpse of bare, pale skin above them. The contrast made it impossible not to notice.
She had always been tall, but now, standing this close, with those endlessly long legs, the effect was… striking.
Hutson quickly snapped his attention back to her face.
